(Never mind, for now, the pitched debate over whether organic foods are any safer or more healthful than the cheaper, additive-laden fare most of us eat; see box, p. 106).
Still, every Jewish New Year, in addition to securing temple seats, planning family gatherings and holiday fare, many of us begin plotting honey cake in a subconscious desire to make that particular dessert tastier by virtue of forethought.
It highlights the light fare that many of us, who overindulged during the holidays, are looking for.
Although few of us fare well when compared to Munro, the story suggests the ruthless and exuberant possibilities available in any dramatic setup.
Although most came decades ago, it was not until recently that restaurants opened featuring traditional Persian fare, catering to those of us who had never mastered the difference between baghali and zereshk (rice dishes distinguished by their spices).
Today's installment sees us pairing the Mexican fare of Chipotle with wine.
Solo riders using UberX now pay a base fare of $2.55 instead of $3, and a minimum fare of $7 instead of $8.
That round-trip fare was $950 for each of us.
They imagine a nightmare of surveillance and an inducement to neurotic competition: who wants a digital recorder that grades you on how you talk to your kid? Were we to submit to such a test, however, many of us would fare poorly.
But most of us would fare better in our struggle to stay afloat if we saw our "negative" emotions as important, even integral parts of our bodies and minds, telling us that something is amiss.
And after years of sneaking into "verboten" cinematic fare, to paraphrase George Carlin, none of us were inflicted with rotting of the soul, curvature of the spine, or a sudden desire to overthrow the government.
